When all are busy in their lives
I sitting alone in the dark
Look back upon the times
The happy times
The cheerful childhood
The quarrels the fights
The giggles the laughter
The smiles the tears
Which seem so very far away now
So very distant
Almost like a dream
Almost unreal
SR
7-4-12
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